%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE/ Esquires Tragedy./ OR, THE/ Unfortunate Lovers last Farewel,/ Together with his Unkind Ladys Lamentation for/ his death, when 'twas too late. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1675-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/13/2008 22152

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5.315 R187962 1 I love you more and more each Day I Love You More and More Each Day I Love You More and More Each Day FOrgive me, if your looks, I thought, / did once some change discover; compare 5.336; another edition at 3.379 Pepys 5.315 Wing E3277A Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 5: 315 THE/ Esquires Tragedy./ OR, THE/ Unfortunate Lovers last Farewel,/ Together with his Unkind Ladys Lamentation for/ his death, when 'twas too late. THEEsquires Tragedy.OR, THEUnfortunate Lovers last Farewel,Together with his Unkind Ladys Lamentation forhis death, when 'twas too late. The Esquire's Tragedy. Or, The Unfortunate Lover's Last Farewell, Together with His Unkind Lady's Lamentation for His Death, When It Was Too Late. 1/2 sheet folio, 290 x 170 uneven inking horizontal and vertical rules, framed with funerary borders 1675-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back. P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back PBA

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 3/13/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate 03/13/2008 Checker Kris McAbee Transcription corrected 08/22/2007 Checker Summer J. Star Ballad Checked; X-Ballad Performed 09/2006 Transcriber Jeffrey P. Hehymeyer Ballad Transcribed 10/18/2004 Bibliographer Margaret K. Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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FOrgive me, if your looks, I thought, did once some change discover; To be too jealous is the fault, of every tender Lover: Might truth those kind Reproaches show, which you blame so severely, A sin (alas!) you little know; You little know what 'tis to Love sincerely. The torment of a long despair, I did in silence smother; But 'tis a pain I cannot bear, to think you love another, My Fate (alas!) depends on you, I am but what you make me, Dearly blest, if you prove true, If you prove true, undone if you forsake me. In the I place my chiefest Joy, I seek no other Treasure, Then do not all my hopes destroy, who loves thee out of measure: Forbear to triumph in disdain, since here I lye and languish, True love is a tormenting pain, Tormenting pain, which fills my soul with anguish. The silent Night I spend in tears, and melt in Lamentation, And yet no glance of love appears, but utter detestation; Regarding not my piteous moan, my sighs and sad lamenting, Your heart like Flint or Marble Stone, Or Marble Stone, feels not the least relenting. Your Beauty gave the fatal wound, and did at first allure me, In chains of love I now lye bound, and you alone can cure me, Cast not a Loyal Love away, who at your feet lies bleeding
Unto my sight one smile convey, One smile convey, for which my tears are pleading. Why should a charming beauty bright, resolve to be so c uel, O let me not be ruin'd quite in Loves destroying Fuel; See how mine eyes like Fountains flow, with chryistal tears before thee, Then do not seek his overthrow, His overthrow, who does this day adore thee. Behold I am thy C aptive Slave, thy wounded love believe me, And you alone my life can save, and therefore now reprieve me, Yet tho' my grief you'll not remove, but still with torments fill me, Yet I cannot forbear to love, Forbear to love, altho' with scorn you kill me. If thus you are resolv'd to frown, and slight my friendly favour, Then to the grave I will go down, farewel thou World for ever; I find the Triumphs in disdain, and still denys the blessing, Why should I live to feel this pain, To feel this pain, which is beyond expressing. This said, his Naked Sword he drew, and to his heart he sent it, And as he bid the World adieu, she bitterly lamented, C rying, I was unfortunate, wou'd I had dy'd before him. Thus did she weep, when 'twas too late, When 'twas too late, for tears could not restore him.
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Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare , J. Back.